Crawling backwards through my dusty spiderweb of neural connections, I am projecting comedic tragedies
Call me crazy, because you're probably right
Absurdist fantasies of long lost dreams and an empty train station smelling of **** and departed railway cars
It's time to turn it around and
crawl out of my tunnel of silk
I will explode into butterfly
from the silk in my belly
Spit me a story, Oh Old One.
I am astounded by the revolutions
you have memorized around the sun.
Stellar vortex, find me twirling
through the disconnected
and unreached.
Remember me
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 7:36 AM UTC
Crawling backwards through my dusty spiderweb of neural connections, I am projecting comedic tragedies
Call me crazy, because you're probably right
Absurdist fantasies of long lost dreams and an empty train station smelling of **** and departed railway cars
It's time to turn it around and
crawl out of my tunnel of silk
I will explode into butterfly
from the silk in my belly
Spit me a story, Oh Old One.
I am astounded by the revolutions
you have memorized around the sun.
Stellar vortex, find me twirling
through the disconnected
and unreached.
Remember me
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